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NOTE, I was going to wait until I had a little more of this done (maybe up to 3 chapters) but because tomorrow is leap day and their are certain traditions I recently learned of I thought it would be fitting to post it on "Leap Day's Eve". For those of you who are unfamiluer with Kathy Hilton I have included a picure of her bellow. Thanks to Mimi for all her help, and the help that is yet to come.
Goddess Spa (and Dungeon)
By SlaverTickler
Edited By MIMI
Part 1: Fresh Meat.
Featuring, Paris, Nikki and Kathy Hilton, FF/M, F/M, None Consent, Bondage, Teasing
The young man's eye blinked and his body shook with chill as he awoke from his forced slumber. The last thing he remembered was looking through a garbage bin when he was approached by two well dressed women offering him $50.00 to ride in their limo with them. Right away he knew they were Paris and Nikki Hilton, who's family owned a slew of hotels all around the world. Looking at the two of them and hearing their offer his cock rose, thinking that he was going to live out some sort of pornographic fantasy, and get paid enough to eat once a day for a month. Getting into the limo he noticed the two girls didn't follow. They closed the door behind him and he heard the lock click. A strange scent filled his nose and everything went black. Now, fully awake, he realized his situation in full. Stripped of his clothing, he laid spread eagle, bound to some sort of table, or platform. He tingled all over from the bath he'd gotten while he was unconscious, and his scalp tingled from his newly shortened hairl. Even his face is now clean of the hair it had grown over the last 2 years since he lost everything.
The door to the room opens and two women enter. They are the same to women who orchestrated his abduction, Paris and Nikki Hilton.They were both dressed in black leather cat suits, Paris' was red, and Nikki's black. The each had on opposing knee high boots and elbow length gloves (meaning they were red on black or black on red). With their hair pulled back into a tight single braid and funky silver eye makeup the two of them looked absolutely evil. What was in store for him, and would they ever let him go? Even being homeless was better then being held prisoner.
As the two girls looked him over, he began to feel cheap, and dirty, dirtier then when he had been homeless on the street. Looking at the pair closer he realized there was no way the two of them came up with the idea to grab him, judging from their dumb expressions, comments, and giggles, he doubted they could plan on how to open a can of beans.
The two women caressed his thighs and belly, cooing over how fit his body was, and how the membership was going to go crazy for him. Soon their gentle touching caused a stirring in his loins, and brought his cock to attention. This brought about excited giggles, as the two girls commented on the size and girth of his member. Paris moved her hand to caress his tool, slowly dragging a finger tip along the length of it's shaft, the helpless man groaned and the two girls laughed as his lower body wiggled. They mercilessly teased him with caressing and massaging in all the right places. His dick throbbed and his balls ached for release. It was incredible to see how this man, who wanted nothing more then to escape, also wanted sexual release from the two women who held him captive. He was about to beg for it when the door to the chamber opened again and a third woman entered, he didn't recognize her, but from the looks on the sisters faces she was an authority in their lives.
"What are you two doing?!" exclaimed the woman, an older attractive lady, who had a presence and a real effect on the two girls, "You know you aren't supposed to be down here, or in this room with a new acquisition." she added, her gaze moving from each girl.
"I'm sorry mom, it's just, well.." began Paris, with the look of a puppy who pooped in the house.
"We just thought since we found him we could play with him." interrupted Nikki.
It was their mother, Kathy Hilton, and she apeared to be in on it. The blonde bombshell, who was hotter then either of her daughters, simply pointed at the door, and the two girls turned and began to walk towards it. She reminded them that Ellen was very fond of them, and that if it ever happened again they may be sent to her room next time she came to the spa. What sort of spa was this, and who threatens to loan out their own daughters to be the sex toy to a lesbian talk show host.
"So, you are the young man my daughters found on the street?" asked Mrs. Hilton as she began to unbutton her blouse, "Well let me introduce myself, I am Kathy Hilton, and I own this place you find yourself in." she continued, her shirt slowly sliding down her arms, "I also own you, and everyone else who is a slave here in my little dungeon, your new job in life is to amuse the wealthy and powerful women who come here to relax."
"I don't..." began the man only to be cut off with a cold gaze from the beautiful woman.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" she asked as she pulled off her knee length skirt, leaving her in only her stockings, garters, lacy bra and panties, "As a matter of fact I don't believe I even gave you permission to look at me, or have an erection in my presence!" she exclaimed as she moved towards the table, "Now I am going to have to teach you what happens to pretty slave boys who act like man-whores in front of their betters."
Kathy stood at the edge of the table, between her prisoners feet, looking down at him with an frosty glare. He watched in terror as she lifted her right hand and brought a finger to rest in the center of his left arch. Slowly she dragged a single long red nail up the sensitive curve of his sole causing him to let out a shrill giggle. Kathy was quite impressed at the ppedicure her people had given their guest. Like most homeless people Chad's feet had become very hard with calluses, but the young women who cleaned him up did a stunning job of taking them off and leaving his feet soft and clean, and primed for tickling.
The helpless vagabond pulled relentlessly at the strap holding his foot in place. Kathy's eyes gleamed and the corners of her lips curled up into a cruel smile over Chad's demands for her to stop. The man was handsome, with his toned body and tanned complextion. Mrs. Hilton had to admit her daughter's were a good judge of "Man-Flesh" and she was sure the ladies who patroned the dungeon would pay big money to make him scream for mercy. There would of course be a bidding war, and Oprah would probably win, Oprah really loved tormenting the pretty white ones, and had worked over every single one at least 5 times. Kathy had been surprised when she walked in on her working over one man's testicles with feathers while he screamed for mercy, she loved Oprah.
"Please, hahaha, don't tickle me." pleaded Chad, "I hate it, hehehe, hahaha, hehehe, please stop it."
Kathy's grin turned into a full blown smile at the sound of the man's pleas, and she upped the tempo of his torture, while applying 3 more fingers to the act. A hand soon came to bear on the arch of Chad's right foot causing him to scream out, and plead even more. Kathy soon found herself licking her red lips as she watched the young stud's body twisting on the table causing his dick to sway. Sliding her hand up she noticed her prisoner seemed to get even more ticklish, his body trembled, and he yelled as her fingers squeezed his knees. Words of contempt fell upon Chad's ears, as Kathy berated him for his pathetic pleading, furthing his humiliation.
"No real man would beg over being tickled." said Kathy, "A real man would be able to take for longer then a few seconds, but you are like a little boy." she continued sliding her hands into his inner thighs.
"I'm sorry, hahahaha, hehehehe, I can't stand it, hehehe, hahahaha, hehehe, I-I'm just too sensitive!" he exclaimed.
"And what did I tell you about this erection?" asked Kathy as she ran a finger along the shaft of his dick, "I thought I told you that you weren't to do that with out my consent, or am I mistaken?"
The man couldn't answer as his tormentor dug her fingers into his sides. He screamed and pleaded for her to stop, but Kathy simply smiled and worked his ribs from bottom to top, and back again. Leaning forward she began to roll her tongue over his pink nipples and kissed his chest, adding to his already painful arousal. Then all the tickling stopped and Chad was left sweaty on the table as Karthy turned her back to him, and removed her bra, replacing it with a leather busteire, and putting on tight leather skirt. When she turned back around she held a feather in each hand, her tongue wetting her red lips once more.
The evil MILF applied the tips of the feathers just under the head of his cock. Chad groaned and giggled as the touch of the feathers caused conflicting sensations. One stroke would bring tickling sensations while the next would bring pleasure. The feathers teasing was just as bad as anything else she was doing to him, and maybe a little bit worse. The tickling wasn't as bad as it had been earlier, but the teasing was brutal. Chad hated to be teased, it was the ultimate humiliation for him to be turned on with no way to relieve it. There had been more then one occassion where he had broken up with a girl friend for leaving him with a hard on, but now it appeared there was no escaping it.
"What's that matter Man-Whore, don't you like having your cock tickled?" asked Kathy, "Well thats too bad, because this is what will happen to you if I ever catch you with a hard on in my presence again." she informed him, "In fact I think this will be the punishment for any of the male slaves who get an erection with out my permission period."
"Please... giggle... please let me cum... giggle... I need to cum." begged Chad.
"What, you expect me to make you cum?!" exclaimed Mrs. Hilton in disgust, "How dare you make such a request, who do you think you are?" she bellowed slipping her fingers into his armpits, "You are a filthy little slave, and you will endure what ever I choose for you to endure, you'll cum when I decide, and how I decide do you understand?"
"Hahahahaha, yes yes, please stop, hahahahaha, hehehehe, no more, please, MERCY MERCY MERCY!!!" screamed Chad, as the woman climbed on top of his naked body, "I'm sorry, hahahaha, hehehehe, please stop, hahahaha, hehehehe, I can't stand it, PLEASE!!!"
Kathy was in true heaven, when she heard the a buzzing sound coming from across the room. Right away she recognized it as her cell phone, and decided to let Chad have a breather while she talked on the phone. As the helpless man sucked desperately for air, he was shocked to hear the names being mentioned in the discussion Mrs. Hilton was having. Names like Trump, Bush, even Dolly Parton and the Olson twins were mentioned. Actress', Songstress' and women of high finance (either earned or through relations) seemed to be coming to this so called Ladies Spa. Well the young man certainly didn't think of them as ladies, especialy Kathy, and her two daughters. Then he noticed she was slowly making her way back to him, and he heard her talk about "fresh meat", and was sure she was talking about him.
Soon the woman's cell was open and laying across his stomach, while his tormentor stood by his feet yet again, wriggling her fingers is his direction. Upon feeling her long, talon like, finger nails upong his arches he erupted into hysterical laughter, and began to pull desperately at his bonds once more. Kathy was even more ruthless then before, as she pulled back one set of toes to tighten the skin of his sole. Quickly she began to rake the very tips of her perfectly manicured nails up and down over his right foot, causing a single tear to roll down his cheek.
"Look at you, crying like a baby." said Kathy as she noticed the tear, "Don't they make any real men anymore?" she asked, "And you still have that erection too, you should be ashamed of yourself." she continued, "Do you know who is on the phone right now, it's Gayle King, Oprah Winfrey's closest friends, what do you think she would say if she saw that your fat dick bouncing around like that?"
Chad would have responded if he could have, but his minde was burning from the tickling sensation on his feet. Despite her words he was pretty sure she was enjoying the sight of his erection, and that she and her daughters were the cause of it. Whenever he looked at her she seemed to be mesmerized by his swaying member, and seemed to be licking her lips at the thought of what else she might do with it. Unfortunetly the rules of the dungeon forbade any male slaves from sexual release until at least 7 days after being brought to the dungeon, and then only once every 30 days if they behave. Oprah would certainly pay a handsome fee to be the first to make his cock explode, and there would be a large audience as always for that (after all being made to cum in front of a crowd was always demoralizing, especially when you're made to beg for it). Thats why she made her daughters leave, because they had a bad habit of letting the guest cum before he was supposed to. Besides it was her spa, and she always played with new males first.
"Why are you doing this to me!" screamed Chad as his tormentors long nails worked their way up his ankles and calves, "Please stop it... hahahaha, hehehehe... I can't stand it anymore!"
"You have no choice young man, you are my property, and I'll do what ever I want to you when ever I want to do it." said Kathy as she began to tweak his knees again, "You see the Hilton women have always owned this spa, and 2 generations ago, one of them decided it would be fun to build a dungeon and fill it with slaves for the ultra elite to play with." she said, explaining why she was tormenting him, "You see the more wealth one has the easier it is to become bored, and the harder it is to be entertained, these women were very eccentric, and extremely horny for the most part." she added, "Now of course there are women who have there own power and wealth, and aren't simply married to it, or born into it. These women need a release for their stress and this dungeon also provides a place for them to take out their frustrations for having to deal with the closed mindedness of the Old Boys Network."
It took alot of effort but Kathy managed to be heard over the pleadful screams of her prisoner, as her fingers raked against his inner thighs. It was made clear to him that Kathy ran an equal opportunity dungeon, because there were a few women slaves, and that the slavery transended race, religion or colour. If you were a street person you were pretty much up for grabs, as well as simply being middle class. One of the young women they had was the daughter of a plumber who happened to be at a club when Paris was their with Kim Kardashian. After sending a photo of her to Kathy she was told to get the girl ASAP because some of the lesbian bi-sexual members would love to play with her. The entire thing was pretty perverse, but Kathy didn't care so long as the money kept rolling in and none of the slaves were under age.
Chad was a screaming heap of mindlessness by the time his tormentor straddled his lower legs. The mature beauty began to work her nails on the sensitive skin of his firm inner thighs. The young man had always been fairly athletic, a track star during his high school days in fact. When he graduated school though, his scholastic knowledge was limited and he was forced to take a menial labour job at a factory. Things were going well for a while, as he made nearly $20.00 an hour at one point, but then the factory shut down as the work was moved to either Mexico, or China, and he was out in the street 2 months later. It's funny how life changes, one moment you feel like you're king of the world, next thing you know you a slave in a dungeon being loaned out to the highest bidders amusement.
"It's unfortunate for you that I am such an honest business women." say Kathy, "Because I am sure I would have quite a good time riding that cock of your's, wouldn't I Chad?" she teased as she clenched his cock with her right hand, while continuing to tickle his inner right thigh with the fingers of her left, "However I know Oprah Winfrey will pay thousand to be the first to make you shoot, she just loves getting a pretty white boy on the X-Frame for hours at a time, teasing and tickling him until she is so turned on she needs him to please her." Kathy continued, her tongue licking the prejack from the tip of his dick, "However after your auctioned off for you first session then you are fair game, and I plan to visit you quite often."
Kathy could feel her own arousal grow from a light itch to an intense burning in her loins. The older woman crawled up the legs of her prisoner, allowing the full lenth of his cock to slide against the damp crotch of her panties, hesitating slightly as it's fat head grazed her swollen clit. Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, Mrs. Hilton dug her fingers into Chad's ribs once more. This attack was more ruthless and intense than before, as the tomentor focused all of her sexual frustration into torturing him. Chad exploded mad screams and hysterical laughter. Never before in his life had he experienced such a humiliating and exhausting thing. Being tickled was 2nd only to being teased on his list of things he hated, and now he was imprisoned by a woman who seemed to enjoy doing both.
"Please, please please... hahahahaha, hehehehehe.... stop it, I can't stand it!" screamed the man as he helplessly struggled against his bonds, "Please... koff, koff... no more, NO MORE... HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHAHA... YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!"
Tears rolled down the man's cheeks as Kathy's nails raked over his pecs and rippled belly. Chad's screams for mercy only seemed to encourage, but his brain was so distracted by the sensations that burned it that he was begging on instinct. Suddenly he felt wet fabric come down on on his face, and long nails scratching at his armpits. The screaming man soon found his laughter convulsing tongue lapping at her, stained panties.
"Mmmmm, let me move those out of your way." commented Kathy as she pulled her black lace panties to the side, "I think you know what to do if you want you torture to end, you see I'm not allowed to make you cum, but their aren't any rules saying you can't make me cum." she groaned as she pressed her swollen snatch against his mouth, "Isn't being a slave great?"
To Be Continued...
Goddess Spa (and Dungeon)
By SlaverTickler
Edited By MIMI
Part 1: Fresh Meat.
Featuring, Paris, Nikki and Kathy Hilton, FF/M, F/M, None Consent, Bondage, Teasing
The young man's eye blinked and his body shook with chill as he awoke from his forced slumber. The last thing he remembered was looking through a garbage bin when he was approached by two well dressed women offering him $50.00 to ride in their limo with them. Right away he knew they were Paris and Nikki Hilton, who's family owned a slew of hotels all around the world. Looking at the two of them and hearing their offer his cock rose, thinking that he was going to live out some sort of pornographic fantasy, and get paid enough to eat once a day for a month. Getting into the limo he noticed the two girls didn't follow. They closed the door behind him and he heard the lock click. A strange scent filled his nose and everything went black. Now, fully awake, he realized his situation in full. Stripped of his clothing, he laid spread eagle, bound to some sort of table, or platform. He tingled all over from the bath he'd gotten while he was unconscious, and his scalp tingled from his newly shortened hairl. Even his face is now clean of the hair it had grown over the last 2 years since he lost everything.
The door to the room opens and two women enter. They are the same to women who orchestrated his abduction, Paris and Nikki Hilton.They were both dressed in black leather cat suits, Paris' was red, and Nikki's black. The each had on opposing knee high boots and elbow length gloves (meaning they were red on black or black on red). With their hair pulled back into a tight single braid and funky silver eye makeup the two of them looked absolutely evil. What was in store for him, and would they ever let him go? Even being homeless was better then being held prisoner.
As the two girls looked him over, he began to feel cheap, and dirty, dirtier then when he had been homeless on the street. Looking at the pair closer he realized there was no way the two of them came up with the idea to grab him, judging from their dumb expressions, comments, and giggles, he doubted they could plan on how to open a can of beans.
The two women caressed his thighs and belly, cooing over how fit his body was, and how the membership was going to go crazy for him. Soon their gentle touching caused a stirring in his loins, and brought his cock to attention. This brought about excited giggles, as the two girls commented on the size and girth of his member. Paris moved her hand to caress his tool, slowly dragging a finger tip along the length of it's shaft, the helpless man groaned and the two girls laughed as his lower body wiggled. They mercilessly teased him with caressing and massaging in all the right places. His dick throbbed and his balls ached for release. It was incredible to see how this man, who wanted nothing more then to escape, also wanted sexual release from the two women who held him captive. He was about to beg for it when the door to the chamber opened again and a third woman entered, he didn't recognize her, but from the looks on the sisters faces she was an authority in their lives.
"What are you two doing?!" exclaimed the woman, an older attractive lady, who had a presence and a real effect on the two girls, "You know you aren't supposed to be down here, or in this room with a new acquisition." she added, her gaze moving from each girl.
"I'm sorry mom, it's just, well.." began Paris, with the look of a puppy who pooped in the house.
"We just thought since we found him we could play with him." interrupted Nikki.
It was their mother, Kathy Hilton, and she apeared to be in on it. The blonde bombshell, who was hotter then either of her daughters, simply pointed at the door, and the two girls turned and began to walk towards it. She reminded them that Ellen was very fond of them, and that if it ever happened again they may be sent to her room next time she came to the spa. What sort of spa was this, and who threatens to loan out their own daughters to be the sex toy to a lesbian talk show host.
"So, you are the young man my daughters found on the street?" asked Mrs. Hilton as she began to unbutton her blouse, "Well let me introduce myself, I am Kathy Hilton, and I own this place you find yourself in." she continued, her shirt slowly sliding down her arms, "I also own you, and everyone else who is a slave here in my little dungeon, your new job in life is to amuse the wealthy and powerful women who come here to relax."
"I don't..." began the man only to be cut off with a cold gaze from the beautiful woman.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" she asked as she pulled off her knee length skirt, leaving her in only her stockings, garters, lacy bra and panties, "As a matter of fact I don't believe I even gave you permission to look at me, or have an erection in my presence!" she exclaimed as she moved towards the table, "Now I am going to have to teach you what happens to pretty slave boys who act like man-whores in front of their betters."
Kathy stood at the edge of the table, between her prisoners feet, looking down at him with an frosty glare. He watched in terror as she lifted her right hand and brought a finger to rest in the center of his left arch. Slowly she dragged a single long red nail up the sensitive curve of his sole causing him to let out a shrill giggle. Kathy was quite impressed at the ppedicure her people had given their guest. Like most homeless people Chad's feet had become very hard with calluses, but the young women who cleaned him up did a stunning job of taking them off and leaving his feet soft and clean, and primed for tickling.
The helpless vagabond pulled relentlessly at the strap holding his foot in place. Kathy's eyes gleamed and the corners of her lips curled up into a cruel smile over Chad's demands for her to stop. The man was handsome, with his toned body and tanned complextion. Mrs. Hilton had to admit her daughter's were a good judge of "Man-Flesh" and she was sure the ladies who patroned the dungeon would pay big money to make him scream for mercy. There would of course be a bidding war, and Oprah would probably win, Oprah really loved tormenting the pretty white ones, and had worked over every single one at least 5 times. Kathy had been surprised when she walked in on her working over one man's testicles with feathers while he screamed for mercy, she loved Oprah.
"Please, hahaha, don't tickle me." pleaded Chad, "I hate it, hehehe, hahaha, hehehe, please stop it."
Kathy's grin turned into a full blown smile at the sound of the man's pleas, and she upped the tempo of his torture, while applying 3 more fingers to the act. A hand soon came to bear on the arch of Chad's right foot causing him to scream out, and plead even more. Kathy soon found herself licking her red lips as she watched the young stud's body twisting on the table causing his dick to sway. Sliding her hand up she noticed her prisoner seemed to get even more ticklish, his body trembled, and he yelled as her fingers squeezed his knees. Words of contempt fell upon Chad's ears, as Kathy berated him for his pathetic pleading, furthing his humiliation.
"No real man would beg over being tickled." said Kathy, "A real man would be able to take for longer then a few seconds, but you are like a little boy." she continued sliding her hands into his inner thighs.
"I'm sorry, hahahaha, hehehehe, I can't stand it, hehehe, hahahaha, hehehe, I-I'm just too sensitive!" he exclaimed.
"And what did I tell you about this erection?" asked Kathy as she ran a finger along the shaft of his dick, "I thought I told you that you weren't to do that with out my consent, or am I mistaken?"
The man couldn't answer as his tormentor dug her fingers into his sides. He screamed and pleaded for her to stop, but Kathy simply smiled and worked his ribs from bottom to top, and back again. Leaning forward she began to roll her tongue over his pink nipples and kissed his chest, adding to his already painful arousal. Then all the tickling stopped and Chad was left sweaty on the table as Karthy turned her back to him, and removed her bra, replacing it with a leather busteire, and putting on tight leather skirt. When she turned back around she held a feather in each hand, her tongue wetting her red lips once more.
The evil MILF applied the tips of the feathers just under the head of his cock. Chad groaned and giggled as the touch of the feathers caused conflicting sensations. One stroke would bring tickling sensations while the next would bring pleasure. The feathers teasing was just as bad as anything else she was doing to him, and maybe a little bit worse. The tickling wasn't as bad as it had been earlier, but the teasing was brutal. Chad hated to be teased, it was the ultimate humiliation for him to be turned on with no way to relieve it. There had been more then one occassion where he had broken up with a girl friend for leaving him with a hard on, but now it appeared there was no escaping it.
"What's that matter Man-Whore, don't you like having your cock tickled?" asked Kathy, "Well thats too bad, because this is what will happen to you if I ever catch you with a hard on in my presence again." she informed him, "In fact I think this will be the punishment for any of the male slaves who get an erection with out my permission period."
"Please... giggle... please let me cum... giggle... I need to cum." begged Chad.
"What, you expect me to make you cum?!" exclaimed Mrs. Hilton in disgust, "How dare you make such a request, who do you think you are?" she bellowed slipping her fingers into his armpits, "You are a filthy little slave, and you will endure what ever I choose for you to endure, you'll cum when I decide, and how I decide do you understand?"
"Hahahahaha, yes yes, please stop, hahahahaha, hehehehe, no more, please, MERCY MERCY MERCY!!!" screamed Chad, as the woman climbed on top of his naked body, "I'm sorry, hahahaha, hehehehe, please stop, hahahaha, hehehehe, I can't stand it, PLEASE!!!"
Kathy was in true heaven, when she heard the a buzzing sound coming from across the room. Right away she recognized it as her cell phone, and decided to let Chad have a breather while she talked on the phone. As the helpless man sucked desperately for air, he was shocked to hear the names being mentioned in the discussion Mrs. Hilton was having. Names like Trump, Bush, even Dolly Parton and the Olson twins were mentioned. Actress', Songstress' and women of high finance (either earned or through relations) seemed to be coming to this so called Ladies Spa. Well the young man certainly didn't think of them as ladies, especialy Kathy, and her two daughters. Then he noticed she was slowly making her way back to him, and he heard her talk about "fresh meat", and was sure she was talking about him.
Soon the woman's cell was open and laying across his stomach, while his tormentor stood by his feet yet again, wriggling her fingers is his direction. Upon feeling her long, talon like, finger nails upong his arches he erupted into hysterical laughter, and began to pull desperately at his bonds once more. Kathy was even more ruthless then before, as she pulled back one set of toes to tighten the skin of his sole. Quickly she began to rake the very tips of her perfectly manicured nails up and down over his right foot, causing a single tear to roll down his cheek.
"Look at you, crying like a baby." said Kathy as she noticed the tear, "Don't they make any real men anymore?" she asked, "And you still have that erection too, you should be ashamed of yourself." she continued, "Do you know who is on the phone right now, it's Gayle King, Oprah Winfrey's closest friends, what do you think she would say if she saw that your fat dick bouncing around like that?"
Chad would have responded if he could have, but his minde was burning from the tickling sensation on his feet. Despite her words he was pretty sure she was enjoying the sight of his erection, and that she and her daughters were the cause of it. Whenever he looked at her she seemed to be mesmerized by his swaying member, and seemed to be licking her lips at the thought of what else she might do with it. Unfortunetly the rules of the dungeon forbade any male slaves from sexual release until at least 7 days after being brought to the dungeon, and then only once every 30 days if they behave. Oprah would certainly pay a handsome fee to be the first to make his cock explode, and there would be a large audience as always for that (after all being made to cum in front of a crowd was always demoralizing, especially when you're made to beg for it). Thats why she made her daughters leave, because they had a bad habit of letting the guest cum before he was supposed to. Besides it was her spa, and she always played with new males first.
"Why are you doing this to me!" screamed Chad as his tormentors long nails worked their way up his ankles and calves, "Please stop it... hahahaha, hehehehe... I can't stand it anymore!"
"You have no choice young man, you are my property, and I'll do what ever I want to you when ever I want to do it." said Kathy as she began to tweak his knees again, "You see the Hilton women have always owned this spa, and 2 generations ago, one of them decided it would be fun to build a dungeon and fill it with slaves for the ultra elite to play with." she said, explaining why she was tormenting him, "You see the more wealth one has the easier it is to become bored, and the harder it is to be entertained, these women were very eccentric, and extremely horny for the most part." she added, "Now of course there are women who have there own power and wealth, and aren't simply married to it, or born into it. These women need a release for their stress and this dungeon also provides a place for them to take out their frustrations for having to deal with the closed mindedness of the Old Boys Network."
It took alot of effort but Kathy managed to be heard over the pleadful screams of her prisoner, as her fingers raked against his inner thighs. It was made clear to him that Kathy ran an equal opportunity dungeon, because there were a few women slaves, and that the slavery transended race, religion or colour. If you were a street person you were pretty much up for grabs, as well as simply being middle class. One of the young women they had was the daughter of a plumber who happened to be at a club when Paris was their with Kim Kardashian. After sending a photo of her to Kathy she was told to get the girl ASAP because some of the lesbian bi-sexual members would love to play with her. The entire thing was pretty perverse, but Kathy didn't care so long as the money kept rolling in and none of the slaves were under age.
Chad was a screaming heap of mindlessness by the time his tormentor straddled his lower legs. The mature beauty began to work her nails on the sensitive skin of his firm inner thighs. The young man had always been fairly athletic, a track star during his high school days in fact. When he graduated school though, his scholastic knowledge was limited and he was forced to take a menial labour job at a factory. Things were going well for a while, as he made nearly $20.00 an hour at one point, but then the factory shut down as the work was moved to either Mexico, or China, and he was out in the street 2 months later. It's funny how life changes, one moment you feel like you're king of the world, next thing you know you a slave in a dungeon being loaned out to the highest bidders amusement.
"It's unfortunate for you that I am such an honest business women." say Kathy, "Because I am sure I would have quite a good time riding that cock of your's, wouldn't I Chad?" she teased as she clenched his cock with her right hand, while continuing to tickle his inner right thigh with the fingers of her left, "However I know Oprah Winfrey will pay thousand to be the first to make you shoot, she just loves getting a pretty white boy on the X-Frame for hours at a time, teasing and tickling him until she is so turned on she needs him to please her." Kathy continued, her tongue licking the prejack from the tip of his dick, "However after your auctioned off for you first session then you are fair game, and I plan to visit you quite often."
Kathy could feel her own arousal grow from a light itch to an intense burning in her loins. The older woman crawled up the legs of her prisoner, allowing the full lenth of his cock to slide against the damp crotch of her panties, hesitating slightly as it's fat head grazed her swollen clit. Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, Mrs. Hilton dug her fingers into Chad's ribs once more. This attack was more ruthless and intense than before, as the tomentor focused all of her sexual frustration into torturing him. Chad exploded mad screams and hysterical laughter. Never before in his life had he experienced such a humiliating and exhausting thing. Being tickled was 2nd only to being teased on his list of things he hated, and now he was imprisoned by a woman who seemed to enjoy doing both.
"Please, please please... hahahahaha, hehehehehe.... stop it, I can't stand it!" screamed the man as he helplessly struggled against his bonds, "Please... koff, koff... no more, NO MORE... HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHAHA... YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!"
Tears rolled down the man's cheeks as Kathy's nails raked over his pecs and rippled belly. Chad's screams for mercy only seemed to encourage, but his brain was so distracted by the sensations that burned it that he was begging on instinct. Suddenly he felt wet fabric come down on on his face, and long nails scratching at his armpits. The screaming man soon found his laughter convulsing tongue lapping at her, stained panties.
"Mmmmm, let me move those out of your way." commented Kathy as she pulled her black lace panties to the side, "I think you know what to do if you want you torture to end, you see I'm not allowed to make you cum, but their aren't any rules saying you can't make me cum." she groaned as she pressed her swollen snatch against his mouth, "Isn't being a slave great?"
To Be Continued...
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